A Fall Day

I sit on a wrought iron table

Beside white-paneled wall intermixed with brick.

It Never Entered My Mind coos

And temperate flushes of autumnal winds

Uplift evergreen scent and sunny specks and a red-yellow leaf

And coax me into contemplative mood.

A crusted demitasse and empty glass

Stand beside my folded palms

And through ringed somnolent eyes

I stare at sugarcane plant plumes bulging black against the clouds

Into blue-purple sky.